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11 Nostalgia-Driven Songs | Pop and Rock

11 Nostalgia-Driven Songs | Pop and Rock | The Nostalgia Diaries Blog

Last week we featured 11 country songs that were written specifically with nostalgia in mind. Songs about nostalgia—about reminiscing and memories and the past. But did you spot the one song that did not quite belong with the others? If you picked American Country Love Song by Jake Owen, you’re right. To be sure, a song like that can spark up nostalgic feelings:

In every town and every place
There’s a boy who’s tryin’ to take a chance and dance
And find a way to run away with her heart

But it’s not the same as say, I Go Back by Kenny Chesney:

I go back to a two-toned short bed Chevy
Drivin’ my first love out to the levy
Livin’ life with no sense of time Continue reading “11 Nostalgia-Driven Songs | Pop and Rock”

culture · Nostalgia · Parenting · Stories

Week 25: Weaving a Web of Intentional Kindness | Everyday Nostalgia

Weaving Together a Web of Intentional Kindness | The Nostalgia Diaries Blog

It’s early evening, and we are standing in the checkout line at the grocery store. In my hands, I hold a shopping basket filled with chicken and cheese and tortillas and an assortment of vegetables—lettuce and carrots and peppers and tomatoes and…a pack of gum?

I glance at my daughter Zoey as she hops from foot to foot beside me. “What?” she asks, making her eyes big, obviously knowing exactly what my look means.

I point to the gum, and she shrugs her shoulders. “It’s strawberry flavored,” Zoey says. “And you said we needed some fruit.”

I look back at basket. She’s right: the only fruit I see are three pink, cartoon strawberries dancing across the plastic gum wrapper. I sigh. In my haste, I’ve totally forgotten the bananas I need for my breakfasts and the blueberries Zoey requested for her lunches. Continue reading “Week 25: Weaving a Web of Intentional Kindness | Everyday Nostalgia”

Childhood · Nostalgia

Remember Reminder #11: Speak Up

Remember Reminder #11: Speak Up | The Nostalgia Diaries Blog

#rememberreminder: Speak Up

I remember like it was yesterday: I’d be sitting in school, diligently doing the task at hand—practicing my letters or numbers, writing answers to questions in a workbook, or reading and taking notes—when all of a sudden, the teacher would ask a question. Around me, dozens of hands would raise, ready to provide an answer, and there I would sit.

Silent. Frozen. Unable to lift my own hand from my desk.

That feeling of dread became worse as I got older, when teachers found it more interesting to just randomly call out a student’s name instead of waiting for hands to raise. Don’t call on me, don’t call on me, don’t call on me would play on repeat in my head like a broken record as I tried to make myself smaller in my seat; in my mind, the more I shrunk, the easier it would be to become invisible.

As I child, I was a perfectionist in every sense of the word (admittedly, I still am), so my fear of saying something wrong prevented me from speaking up in school. I didn’t want anyone to think I wasn’t smart enough or good enough or that I wasn’t the perfect student that I so very badly wanted to be.

Because of this, during the 16 years I spent in a classroom, I probably raised my hand only a handful of times. I rarely let my voice be heard.

And funny, when you do something long enough,
it eventually becomes a habit.

Continue reading “Remember Reminder #11: Speak Up”

Childhood · culture · Nostalgia

A Nostalgic Look at All Things Pink: Celebrating National Pink Day

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Ah… PINK.

It’s such an ephemeral, delicate, tender, happy color, isn’t it? Often associated with flowers, babies, little girls, cotton candy, and ballerinas, this bubble-gum hued color is sweet and playful and cute. It’s romantic and charming and feminine. And, as if the color pink wasn’t amazing enough, it’s so special it doesn’t even appear in the rainbow. It’s like a unicorn: rare and magical and mystical and oh-so-beloved.

First used as a color name in the late 17th century, pink is a pale red color named after a flower of the same name. For you garden buffs out there, we’re talking about Dianthus plumarius here, which are also known as the common, garden, or wild pink.
Continue reading “A Nostalgic Look at All Things Pink: Celebrating National Pink Day”

family · Nostalgia · Stories

Corey’s Writing Featured on Red Tricycle

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Corey’s storytelling got some great additional exposure this past week when her post I’m Making Memories with My Daughter…and Leaving a Legacy was featured in the Spoke Contributor Network on the wide-reaching, parent-centric website, Red Tricycle.

If you take a look around Red Tricycle’s site, you’ll see it aligns pretty darn well with The Nostalgia Diaries’ objective of celebrating the past to create better days today.  Indeed, the Red Tricycle about page starts this way:

We believe the best memories are created when families do fun things together and we believe every day is an opportunity to create new stories.

We agree in creating positive memories for ourselves and our kids, and we are pleased as Punch that Corey’s writing on the benefits of using nostalgia to create life’s stories is reaching a wider audience. This story, first posted on The Nostalgia Diaries last December, is a favorite of many readers.  Red Tricycle reader Jen commented: “What a beautiful post! As usual, your stories move my heart!” We hope you agree!

If you like what you read, please share it with others you think would also enjoy it.  Happy Wednesday, friends!


I’m Making Memories with My Daughter
…and Leaving a Legacy

“Zoey!” I call out, the impatience apparent in my voice. I glance at my watch as I place my daughter’s lunchbox in her backpack.

7:32 a.m. Five minutes until we need to leave.

She’s supposed to be brushing her teeth, but instead of running water and toothbrush scrubbing, the only sound I hear coming from the bathroom is her sweet chattering. Zoey’s been talking to herself since she first learned to speak; how comforting it must be, I think, to always have someone to talk to, who you can always count on to listen. If it was the weekend, I would have just smiled to myself and let her carry on her conversation, but alas, it’s a school day.

The first bell will ring in 13 minutes.

Read the rest of the story on the Red Tricycle Spoke Contributor Network.

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Photo Credit: Jon Flobrant

 

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